"Secretary Liang, eat more. You can taste this mutton and rinse it for a few times."

Li Dong made dipping sauce for everyone, and the fragrance was so good. Not to mention others, Liang Tian and Gao Jianjun had never eaten such a delicious hot pot. The hot pot ingredients are so fragrant, and the dipping sauce is also better than any state-owned restaurant.

"Okay, good, fragrant."

"Comrade Li Dong, your craftsmanship is really nothing to say."

"That's good." Li Dong was so happy. He quickly put the tickets on it. Just the coal tickets were a big surprise. It was a comfortable winter.

Li Dong cut a lot of mutton now, and poured meatballs, and the pot was fragrant. This Korean rich man couldn't stand it after eating lunch, so he asked Li Dong to make dishes and chopsticks.

“So spicy.”

“It’s so spicy.”

"I'll add some more water."

The hot pot ingredients are spicy and saltier the more you eat. Li Dong picked up the thermos and added some water.

Liang Tian continued to say that there are many good things. As long as Li Dong writes an article in a newspaper in Beijing and Shanghai, he will be rewarded with five yuan. In addition to the subsidy, he also rewards half a kilogram of soybean oil, and other industrial tickets are available.

The Korean rich man's eyes were almost glaring. This kid wrote 35 articles a month, and that's not 30 or 40 income. With subsidized grain, more bills are than formal employees of the factory. This is eating commercial grain.

What a good guy, Han Fu was so excited that he was trembling. He saved him and settled in Hanzhuang. He would be more face-saving when he told him about it. This matter is not something that others would not accept.

"Okay, okay, Li Dong writes well, so our production team will also provide you with support and four days off in a month."

Secretary Liang immediately agreed with Hanfu's statement. "Okay, Comrade Guofu has a high ideological awareness. Lao Gao, we don't have to worry. Comrade Li Dong is right in Hanzhuang."

The Korean rich man was praised, and that guy was blushing, which was sweeter than eating honey.

Liang Tian wiped a handful of oil from his mouth and took out a small notebook, a green notebook. What's this thing and handed it to Li Dong. Li Dong looked confused. I'll go, what does it mean to give me a green notebook? Why do you match it with green?

"This is a special subsidy certificate for the Revolutionary Committee."

When Li Dong heard the good thing, the green one looked so beautiful. When he saw it in winter, he saw it all over the green ones and took it over and put it happily. "Secretary Liang, thank you so much, come and I'll give you a cup."

"Comrade Li Dong is so polite."

Liang Tian picked up the wine glass.

"I'll add more if I don't have enough meat."

He was so bold that of course, he didn't add the noodles in the end. Each of them killed two bowls of noodles, and his stomach was bulging. Li Dong wiped his mouth and greasy.

"Comrade Li Dong, can you see newspapers and magazines..."

"Secretary Liang, wait."

Li Dong kept all this stuff, and now he took all the newspapers and magazines and handed them to Liang Tian. There were seven or eight newspapers alone, and four or five magazines.

"so much?"

“Some are early.”

Li Dong gave it to Liang Tian directly, and kept the remittance form for Liang Tian himself and all the magazines were given to Liang Tian.

"Is that great."

With these magazines and newspapers, Liang Tian was more confident. Liang Tian was so happy that such a great writer was produced in the commune. Li Dong was happy to receive a green notebook, and there were so many votes of good things.

Everyone was full of joy when eating this hot pot, and of course they were a little drunk. "Secretary Liang, Secretary Gao, then I won't give it to you."

After seeing off these commune cadres, Li Dong returned home happily, and Han Fu followed in. "Good guy, this is a food coupon, this is an industrial coupon, a kettle, and a furniture coupon?"

“It’s quite a lot.”

Li Dongxin said that it was a lot of things, what's the problem? Menstrual check-ups, Li Dong looked confused. "Are you wrong?"

Forget it, I will give it to Gay Huang Sheng. There is nothing to be embarrassed about among the revolutionary comrades. Is there a little less pastry tickets? Two pounds, and sugar tickets too. It’s really, Li Dong feels uncomfortable when he sees oil tickets. Half pounds are enough.

Alas, Li Dong didn't know that some of them were added according to the amount of people in the city in a month. Now many things are metered. Chicheng is pretty good now. In the past two years, the oil tickets were only 4 taels per month. Not to mention two kilograms of meat, not even one kilogram, and there are even fewer other substances. Li Dong is not satisfied.

Korean rich people were stunned. This guy had a lot of tickets, especially many good things, cloth tickets and fine grain tickets.

"Do bean ticket, is it a tofu ticket?" Li Dong was a little confused about some tickets.

"What's the thing, bean ticket, but a good thing."

Korean wealthy wishes to take it over. Bean tickets refer to soybean processing products and some flour products. Only with it can you buy oil gluten, water gluten, bean curd, vermicelli, sesame paste, peanut butter, and some condiments.

This is a good thing, and farmers may not be able to change it if they want to change it. Generally, no one can exchange it for food. It is too luxurious. Li Dong has five bean tickets, one and half a catty, and Korean rich people want to exchange two.

"Let's go back and ask your Uncle Guosheng, if he wants to change some."

If Han Weiguo gets married, it will be a lot of face if he can get some gluten or something. Peanut butter and sesame paste are all good things. Korean rich people can't help but lick their lips.

"Okay, I'll go and ask."

Li Feng smiled and said, "Don't you have any of these tickets, do you need anything?"

There are some good things, but Li Dong is useless, such as soap tickets. Li Dong’s home has a lot of soaps, and two kettles are enough for his own home.

Li Dong planned to keep the bread and pastry tickets and go back to the city to buy some bread.

This thing is good, Li Dongxin said, but he didn't expect that writing a few articles would have such a great effect. He originally thought of having a serious source of income that fooled people, but never wanted to cause such a big disturbance.

"I want the kettle ticket."

Han Fu said. "Let your aunt send you soybeans."

"Uncle Guofu, why are you polite?"

Li Dong waved his hand, this kid, Han Fu glared at him, it would be a mess. "Hold on, it's all good things."

"It's okay, it's normal."

Li Dong was a little arrogant. He also had a notebook. Although it was a green notebook, it was not very beautiful in winter.

South Korea is rich, I have to say that this kid is capable. Not only can he make money by writing a piece of paper, but now he is almost a city owner. He has eaten all the commercial grains, and he has a subsidy of 30 kilograms per month, and there is still fifteen yuan.

All of this alone was so scary. Han Fu returned home and handed the kettle ticket to Li Chunhua. "Broken two kilograms of beans and went back to Li Dong's house."

"What's wrong?"

“The kettle ticket was given by someone.”

"What's going on? I heard a lot of people coming, and Secretary Liang is here too?"

Not only Li Chunhua, but Li Qiuju were also curious, Han Weijun, Han Weijiang and his wife also stopped working.

"Not only Secretary Guangliang, but almost all the commune cadres have arrived."

Han Fu said, "You are not here, it's amazing. Li Dong, the kid, is now considered to have eaten commercial food."

"What?"

Han Weijiang shivered. "Da, what's going on?"

When Han Fu said in detail, the whole family was shocked. "Thirty kilograms of grain per month, and fifteen yuan left. Why did this guy get this good thing?" Han Weijiang looked down on Li Dong at the beginning, and his first impression was too bad.

It's not much better now, otherwise the wife wouldn't wait for the last group to join the bamboo weaving team, and she was worried that Li Dong wouldn't be the one who did things at first glance.

But who would have thought that this person would actually eat commercial food?

"What's this? Chi Cheng said, "Li Dong will give you five dollars to write a piece of paper."

Korean Fubada sipped dry tobacco. "I saw that this kid could write three or five pieces of paper in a month."

"That's not thirty or forty dollars a month?"

"Oh my God." Han Weijiang's wife shivered. This is awesome.

Li Qiuju thought to himself that bamboo weaving may still earn a lot in a month, but now Li Dong may earn seven or eight hundred yuan a year. It doesn’t matter. He was shocked when he calculated.

"No, Da, I'm going to newspapers in pieces, and there's no royalty on magazines?"

"That's not."

Korean Fubada Dry Tobacco is worth a lot of money. After all, Li Dong is doing it alone, which is worth the year of his own family. This kid is very capable.

This is the various tickets that Korean rich did not say subsidy, otherwise this one would be even more furious.

In the afternoon, Li Dong did not go to work, so he thought about it and wrote a piece of children's literature. Children need themselves.

"Forget it, forget it, go to the bamboo weaving team first."

On the bamboo weaving team, Han Weijiang's wife told everyone about Li Dong when she came. Seeing Li Dong coming, everyone looked at Li Dong together.

"Li Dong, I heard you have eaten commercial food?"

"Commercial grain is not worthy of, I'll give you some food coupons in January."

Li Dong was modest. "The subsidy was not much, fifteen yuan, not enough to eat a few meals of meat."

That's true, good guy, he can survive and eat commercial food at once.

"Why are you so capable? Teach us how to write paper pieces, and we also write."

An older aunt couldn't help but say.

"Hahaha."

The young wife was all happy. "Aunt, you have to be able to read, and only a cultural person can write it."
To be continued...